Don't Wake Me Up || Discontinued

Chapter Nine - Out of His League

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I laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Was it true? Did Harry really hate me? He was fast asleep by now, snoring softly beside me. I replayed the words I read in my head for the fifty-seventh time, ". . .Louis may be out of Harry's league. . .". How would they know? Maybe it was just obvious that Harry was too good for me; that Harry was just pretending so he wouldn't hurt my feelings. I began to cry, thinking of all that Harry and I had planned, all that we had done and said; it cant be fake, can it?

I rolled over and faced the wall in attempt to sleep once again. The bed moved, Harry shifting his position. He slung an arm over my side, mumbling. "Mmm, Louis, I love you." Tears ran down my cheeks, soaking the pillow beneath my head. I sniffled, covering my mouth to try and muffle the crying to no avail. Whimpers escaped my mouth, waking Harry from his lumber. "Baby," he said, pulling my back closer to him. I felt his breath tickle the naked back as his kissed the back of my head.

"Is it true," I whispered through hiccups. He pulled on my arm, signaling me to roll to face him. I rotated to face Harry, his eyes sleepy.

"Has anything those people said ever been true?" I thought for a minute before nodding, remembering the time when they said Liam and Danielle cut it off. "Are they usually right, Lou-Bear?" Harry pushed my fringe back, his fingers warm against my skin. I shook my head, knowing what I had told Harry: they just wanted a story.

"N-no."

"Exactly," he said, smiling, "I love you, you're perfect and their words mean shitt."

"But, why would they even say that? Am I that bad?"

"No, baby, you're perfect. They're just arses. If anything, I'm," he said pointing to himself, then to me, "out of your league."

"That's anything but true, Harry." For as long as I've known Harry, he never though highly of himself. At first, when we wanted to have sexx, he would cover up and become shy until I let him know it was okay. Half of the time even that didn't work. Of course, my self-esteem wasn't the highest due to my sisters' constant criticism, but it was better than Harry's. Sometimes, Harry would dread going on stage due to the fact that he believed he looked ugly, which causes all five of us plus stage managers to convince him that he wasn't, and the girls were screaming for him. Then, the first half hour on stage, he'd be folded into himself, trying not to be noticed. . . as if that was possible. he'd steal glances at me, so I'd have to watch so I can let him know he's doing great as a boost. After a while, he'd come out of his shell - or at least partially - and he'd be the Harry everyone was there for.

"Go to sleep, now, it's late." He kissed me a flipped over, so I let my eyes close before drifting off to sleep.

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The sun was shining in the window, jolting me out of my sleepy state. I looked at the messy sheets next to me, folded over where a body was. Where was Harry?

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, yawning, then reached my hands above my head. I slipped on my slippers, then walked out into the kitchen to see all of the boys sitting at the table, eating. "Hey, sleepy," Zayn said, snickering. Harry shot him a glare, causing his smirk to disappear. I waved, then sat down next to Harry on the barstool. He got up and walked to the counter, taking a big blue plate in two hands and placing it on the table in front of me. There were two pancakes, sausage, bacon, orange slices, some strawberries and a note arranged neatly on the plate. Harry made me breakfast.

"Thank you, baby," I said, kissing his cheek as he sat next to me. I took a knife and fork from the middle of the table and began cutting the pancakes, dousing them in maple syrup. A took a sticky bite, the flavors erupting in my mouth. "Mmmm," I said, mouthful of sticky pancakes. Harry smiled proudly, watching me indulge in pancake-y goodness.

As I ate, a conversation about the magazine aroused about the table. "And get this," I said after swallowing, "they say he's too good for me." I pointed forward with my fork, laughing, as I popped a strawberry into my mouth.

"What," Liam asked, slamming his hands down on the table.

"Yea! That Louis is out of my league!" Harry exclaimed, looking at me.

"Clearly, you two are perfect together," Niall said, munching on a cookie. That was the great thing about the boys: they were always there to cheer me up, and I was there for all of them. They understood that this crap we have to go through with our relationship hurt us, and were always there when we needed it.

"Thank you," I said, smiling at them. I looked at the clock, springing out of my seat. "We have to get ready." They all looked at the time and scattered to their rooms.

I threw on some sweats and grabbed my TOMs, running out of our room to meet everyone else. We had to do a sound check at the new arena with our opening act.

We pushed through the crowd and greeting 5 Seconds of Summer inside of the O2 arena. Ashton ran up t me, pointing at a page he had in hand. "This," he said, pointing to the article, "is bull." I grabbed his wrist, holding it still so I could see the paper. It was the magazine article. Luke jumped on his back, nearly knocking him off.

"Totally," he agreed, then ran off to help set up. Well, at least not everyone thought Harry was better than I.

[A/N: WOWOWOWOW 108 reads, thank you!!!

I got the idea for this chapter from the song Out Of My Limit by 5SOS so thank you Pandora for playing it.

I have a new format for chapters? I guess? Okay, so at the top I have the goal of the chapter. Basically, I want to have that many reads and/or votes by the next time I update this story. So, for example, for this chapter I want 115 reads (which is about 7 reads) and 1 vote (one more vote) before two days rolls around (which is Sunday, even though I take weekends off). And at the bottom, will be the Author's Note as usual. I'm also doing a feedback and what will happen next, so comment those!

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